Goomy

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Either way, Soap's content goes from cheeky solo pictures to full blown clips of him getting fucked like a pornstar, and no one is aware that it's his own captain blowing his back out like a total slut.

It's a need.

Price spilling his secret that he followed Soap's account from a burner far before saw the picture with his boonie hat on Soap's cock, and Soap confessing in between gasps that he fantasizes about his captain whilst taking those pictures, which only makes Price fuck him harder.

at Price's orders...

Maybe they record a video of their own... Price fucking Soap against the wall of the showers... covering his mouth with his large hand because Soap is one loud, mouthy bastard, pulling at his mohawk and kissing up and down his neck...

not to stop because of his interference.

I'm not quite sure where this would go but I'm obsessed with the thought of Soap leaning against the wall, spreading his cheeks to reveal his tight hole while Price photographs him, calling him "his good little whore" as he spreads his cheeks wider

in communal showers and decides this is the time.

Turns out Soap is taking more pictures for his social media, stuttering out excuses and apologies when his captain walks into the showers.

Price just chuckles, crossing his arms and settling in for the show, telling his sergeant

But he can't confront his Sergeant. Then Soap would know that he knows the account, about all of the unprofessionalism going on behind closed doors... fuck, he's wanking off to his SERGANT for fucks sake!

And so he sits on the knowledge until one late night he hears Soap alone

He didn't even notice it was missing - Soap must have taken it from the laundry room and placed it back in its original spot once he was done using it.

And /fuck/, the knowledge that his Sergeant might be getting off to the thought of his captain... it drives Price NUTS.

So how about #PriceSoap with Price accidentally stumbling across Soap's NSFW social media account and guiltily wanking off to it every night.

Until he gets a notification for a photo with a familiar boonie hat hanging off of Soap’s cock... he's instantly hard.

It's HIS hat. +

She’s so good with hysilens… the dmg they do is genuinely insane but I’m TOO BROKE TO GET BOTH 😩😩😩

Yeah… yeah……… 😌

ugh they are my everything… so soft and gorgeous as always Rowan 🥹

UGHHHHH THEY MAKE ME SICKKKK

MURPHHHHHH monster handler Gaz and monster price oh my fucking god this flavor is so good… Price is the leader on paper but it’s Gaz who holds the leash. Now I’m thinking about monster Price curling his entire body around Gaz when they have to sleep in less than ideal conditions on an op 🥺

MONSTERRRR THANK YOUUUU!! These two are so sweet and soft and even when they have a little bit of turmoil, they make it up to each other because the devotion will always be there 🥹🥹 I’m so glad you enjoyed, thank you for the comment

Just like you 🥺❤️

And.... finally solo art for Gaz!🖤
#Gaz #CallofDuty

Inspired in part by this lovely art over on the bird app like it would NOT leave my head today. Merala always does an insane job with Ga and I couldn't resist. x.com/merala_san/s...

And he does.

He always will.

following the bitter winter.

John presses a chaste kiss to Kyle’s lips, cherishing the softness of the moment. He pulls back and smiles softly at the other man.

“I will make it up to you,” he says resolutely. He has no other choice.

Kyle smirks. “I have no doubt you will.”

John’s face, rubbing his finger softly over his cheek.

Before Kyle can move from his position against the desk, John takes his hips in his hands, holding him there for a moment. Kyle’s skin feels flawless and warm under his touch, like a warm summer sky

oxygen before standing on shaky legs, once again meeting the eyes of the lover he’s forsaken for far too long.

“I really missed you too.” John asks quietly, and Kyle chuckle sounds like music to John’s ear.

“I know you did,” Kyle teases lightly, but he caresses the side of

on his tongue and the feeling of his fingerpads pressing into his skin.

Kyle must deem his performance worthy, because he sighs and motions for him to stand.

Like the good soldier he is — Price follows orders.

He pops off Kyle’s cock with a gasp, filling his lungs with clean

Kyle’s hand once again settles on the back of his head, gently controlling the pace in which John sucks Kyle’s cock.

John feels like he’s floating — every destructive thought has completely disappeared from his mind. All he needs to focus on is the weight of Kyle’s cock

He slides his head back and forth, adopting a gingerly slow pace. He makes sure to suck on the head, to lave his tongue over the veins on the underside of his cock… he wants Kyle to feel loved, appreciated, /missed/.

Kyle is always sorely missed when Price has duties.

Kyle groans, slowly throwing his head back as his cock becomes enveloped by John’s tight throat. John feels tears prick at his eyes as he takes the whole thing, but it’s a small price to pay to watch how Kyle’s muscles tense and relax underneath his perfect skin.

wants Kyle’s forgiveness, he’s going to need to prove it.

And so he takes his cheek away from the warmth of Kyle’s skin, and with a hesitant lick of his lips, he takes the head of Kyle’s hard cock in his mouth, sliding the length of it slowly down his throat.

cheek.

“Had to take matters into my own hands,” he hears Kyle say above him, his voice sultry and sweet.

“Thank the gods you did.” John can feel Kyle’s cock hardening against his cheek, as can he feel his own stiffening in his cargo pants.

John is a man of action. If he

although there’s no accusation behind his tone. Kyle’s hand gently caresses the back of John’s head, softly pushing the man’s nose further into his groin.

John’s eyes roll back as he inhales the scent of Kyle’s groin again. His pubic hairs are as soft as silk against Price’s

strawberries and cream entering his nostrils. He groans softly — god, Kyle was always so /good/. What has he done in a past life to deserve this euphoria?

“Showered?” he murmurs, his tone low and reverent.

Kyle nods. “Got all ready for you, and you never came,” he laments,